by Josie/Jocelyn Deane
after Toby Fox You use various pronouns to observe if it changes. What leaps forward wholly formed from your face. You, still as you recognise/have been recognised as, if only from sharing the room together, so long, the prick of the spindle of your eye, a realistic shade on the wall, disappearing with your gaze— your body’s passport stamps: your voice suddenly English, blessedly not, your surprising waist and then, on cue, ingrown chest hair as you shave it. Signifiers you can ignore in aggregate. You, still as you have hoped, behind the curtain, disappearing like a fox in the underbrush and thicket of you, still as you recognise like a birdcall in late winter, the filaments of green, thrumming just below the surface, still as you recognise, still. Josie/Jocelyn Deane is a writer/student at the university of Melbourne. Their work has appeared in Cordite, Southerly, Australian Poetry and Overland, among others. They were one of the recipients of the 2013 457 visa poetry/ shortlisted for the 2015 Marsden and Hachette prize for poetry. They live on unceded Wurundjeri land.
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